Ex-Husband Wants Badly To Resume Their Marriage
Chapter 205: I've Been Pestered by Scoundrels Late

Chapter 205: I've Been Pestered by Scoundrels Late

After returning home, Sharon rested on the sofa for being a little tired.

Tiffany came out of the bathroom with a mask on her face.

"You are so late.Had the dinner with Trey?"

Sharon answered weakly, "Yes, and I met Jameson."

Tiffany was shocked.

She sat beside Sharon and asked in surprise, "Again? How could fate do this to you?"

Sharon smiled embarrassedly and did not want to speak.

Tiffany adjusted the mask on her face, "Your relationship is so ill-fated.You can't be together, but can'tbreak up completely either.How awful!"

Sharon stared blankly into the air.

After a while, she asked, "How is Kinley?"

"The doctor examined her.It's just a scratch.I have paid for the doctor bills.I also gave her two days offto have a good rest."

Sharon nodded, "She should be terrified.Let's visit her after work tomorrow."

"Fine."

Tiffany added, "I thought the mother and daughter came here today on purpose to maketrouble.Nowadays, everything could happen.We will be stuck in a scam not only on the road, but also inour own studio.They really consider us as pushover."

Sharon thought for a while, "That girl might be forced by her mother."

"I can also see that, her mother is like a dragon.Whoever meets her is unlucky."

Tiffany turned her head and saw that Sharon was absent-minded.

She knew what she was thinking and patted her shoulder.

"It's nothing, Sharon.Things are over.Don't think about it anymore.We just try our best to be worthy ofbeing proud of ourselves."

Sharon stopped thinking too much and smiled at her, "I see.Let's go to sleep."

The next morning, when Sharon arrived at the studio, she noticed that there was a lot of rubbish piledup at the entrance, emitting a stench everywhere.

Tiffany parked her car and saw this.

She could not help but curse, "Holy sh*t, who did such sh*itty things?"

Sharon pursed her lips and found a tool to clean up the rubbish at the door.

Tiffany said while tidying up, "Is it that dragon last night? I bet it's her.She looks vicious."

"She won't stop with this.Be careful these days," Sharon said.

"Don't worry, I'll order a quick delivery right now to buy more surveillance cameras and monitor thestudio in all directions.As soon as she arrives, the alarm will be raised." Kinley did not come.

Today, there was only Tiffany and another girl in the studio.

Fortunately, they were safe all morning, but there was something unusual.

Normally, there were quite a few customers coming to their studio, though lots of they did not buyanything.

However, there were only one or two customers in this morning.

Tiffany was sure that the dragon was behind this.

Just as she wanted to go out to replace out what happened, Sharon stopped her.

Sharon said, "Don't worry about her.Let's see what she wants to do."

Tiffany said, "You're suspecting..."

"I'm not sure."

Sharon looked outside the door.

"I just think that things are very tricky.Although she came here to extort money, she did have theproduct from our studio.She won't come to us for no reason."

"That's right.I think it's too strange.It's simply without rhyme or reason."

Sharon said slowly, "Let's wait and see."

After noon, just as Sharon was about to enter the office, she heard a big noise coming from the door.

The middle-aged woman seemed to have changed her strategy and was sitting at the door of thestudio crying wildly.

"Everyone, look at this unscrupulous profiteers.My daughter is only seventeen years old and is still inhigh school.They even cheated children of their money.Is there any justice in this world?"

She attracted many passers-by and blocked the entrance through her drama.

One after another, they stopped to rubberneck.

Standing in the studio, Sharon gazed at the baby's breath that had been trampled on by the roadside.

Her gaze was faint.

No one knew what she was thinking.

The other girl in the shop was a little scared and whispered, "Why don't we call the police?"

"The police cannot help us," Sharon said.

"She will come again."

"Then what should we do now..." Sharon did not say anything.

There was indeed no good solution.

She was a shameless scoundrel.

All she wanted was money.

Moreover, what she did was not a major crime at all, so the police would at most give her a warning.

After a while, the middle-aged woman seemed to be tired of crying.

She simply lay on the ground and slept.

She didn't get up or let anyone in.

If a guest came, she would directly scold them away.

Tiffany was so furious that she almost gnawed on the table.

However, it was useless to be angry at this time, so they had to be more patient than the woman was.

Even if she were driven away today, she would come back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

As time passed, the sunlight streamed in and slightly dazzled the people inside.

When Jameson reached the door, he paused and looked down.

The middle-aged woman only heard the sound of footsteps and did not even open her eyes.

She opened her mouth and scolded, "Piss off! No one can step into this studio unless he tramples onme today!"

Jameson raised his eyes and walked over with his long legs.

The middle-aged woman screamed as she sat up abruptly, "You stepped on my hand!"

Jameson walked as if he did not hear it and said without turning his head, "Deal with her."

Jacob immediately stepped forward and said, "Yes, sir."

In the studio, Sharon and Tiffany watched this and were amazed.

They had to say that sometimes this jerk could do something unexpected and unimaginable.

As the saying goes, the wicked bedeviled the wicked.

As long as Jameson had no morality at all, morality could not constrain him.

Jacob was experienced in dealing with this kind of scoundrel.

He knew that it was useless to waste time speaking to her.

He just waved his hand and two of his men immediately stepped forward to carry the woman away.

The middle-aged woman screamed and scolded, "Who are you? Let go of me! I will..."

Then she could not be heard.

Patrick followed behind Jameson into the studio.

After being stunned, he laughed, "Your solution is really simple and efficient."

Jameson said indifferently, "I just don't waste my time on nobody."

As he spoke, he gazed at Sharon.

"After all, my energy is limited."

Sharon scratched her head.She almost forgot that they would come.She walked to them and greeted,"Mr.Matthias.Mr.Proctor."

William smiled, "Are you in trouble, Ms.Allyson?"

"Not a big trouble.But I've been pestered by scoundrels lately."

Jameson felt offended.

‘‘Who was she referring to?’’